Category: Folk (Page 15 of 23)

Jenny Gillespie: Light Year

Jenny Gillespie’s hushed, vaguely introspective musings find her treading similar territory to Feist, Sarah MacLachlan and even early Joni Mitchell on occasion, but there’s a hazy glow that adds an unexpected lilt to her proceedings. Her third effort overall following her eponymous 2001 debut and the six song Love and Ammunition four years later, Light Year evokes Day-Glo imagery and idyllic settings, pondered ever so sweetly through poetry and prose. She graces these fragile soundscapes with subtlety and flair, utilizing primarily piano and acoustic guitar, which are then tastefully embellished by bells, accordion, cello, fiddle, mandolin and pedal steel. Yet despite the richness of the arrangements, the songs never feel over-indulgent, radiating instead a shimmer, sparkle and gentle sway that’s ever so beautiful and beguiling. In fact, the entire set is so unerringly mesmerizing, it’s a challenge to distinguish a single standout, although “Vanishing Point,” “Littleblood,” and “Hummingbirds” certainly vie for that distinction. However, with the songs maintaining such low wattage, it may also be necessary to submit to more than a cursory listening – in fact, several may be required before true seduction sets in. Yet be assured that once its given those repeated encounters, Light Year will shine that much stronger.

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Yonlu: A Society in Which No Tear is Shed is Inconceivably Mediocre

Imagine what the early 21st century bedroom recordings of a depressed Brazilian teenager with a penchant for quietly direct songs about his frayed state of mind, a delicate but confident touch on acoustic guitar, a talent for artful overdubbing and an affinity for the occasionally off-beat multi-part musical, and that’s Yonlu, a/k/a Vinicius Gageiro Marques, in a nutshell. Yonlu created the 14 songs herein all alone, in his studio, sharing them only with his online friends and fans until his suicide in 2006 at the age of sixteen. Though his tragic story would naturally draw in listeners, the music itself transcends his short lifespan – his voice was steady and tuneful, whether in English or his native Portuguese, spinning delicate and pristine performances in the mold of Elliott Smith and Nick Drake, but always informed by his Brazilian heritage. Songs like “Humiliation” and “Suicide” are maddening in their blatant foreshadowing, but “Katie Don’t Be Depressed” beats ‘em all. The pointed line he sang to the subject is exactly what the sympathetic listener will be feeling upon hearing this collection lonely aural postcards – “seriously now, what the fuck?” But for all the words he wrote, Yonlu’s most poignant statement remains “Waterfall.” A wordless melody sung over acoustic guitar, the tune soars with heartbreaking beauty like a lost Milton Nascimento demo, answering in one way the question “why is there suffering in the world?” (Luaka Bop 2009)

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PJ Harvey & John Parish, Back For Round Two

PJ Harvey & John Parish, A Woman A Man Walked By

March 31, 2009 marked the release of British songstress PJ Harvey’s second collaboration with producer John Parish, A Woman, A Man Walked By. Recorded in Bristol and Dorset, England, the record delves deep into Harvey’s psyche, 12 years after she and Parish’ first collaboration, Dance Hall At Louise Point. The overall sound resembles Harvey’s early material more than anything else. In fact, Billboard.com wrote,

A Woman, A Man Walked By is more like the Harvey of old than 2007’s ‘White Chalk.’ She sighs and croons and rasps her way through Parish’s twisted folk landscape, jabbing at an eternally disappointing lover with renewed ferocity and fresh heartbreak. Such a musical mind-meld, so expressive of both artists’ perspective, is rare.”

The Boston Globe reviewed A Woman saying, “This one falls squarely in line with Harvey’s eclectic discography, marking a return to gutter rock after the piano atmospherics of 2007’s ‘White Chalk.’”

It has been a while since Harvey & Parish put their creative minds to work on the same project, but the pairing seems to have brought out the best in both artists. The record celebrates Harvey’s unique vocals while still maintaining Parish’s propensity for subtlety. The Boston Globe wrote,

“On ‘A Woman, A Man Walked By,’ they create a world both beautiful and depraved, an unhinged record heavy on heartache and bristling with aggression. And that’s just the opening song, ‘Black Hearted Love,’ where Harvey’s languid voice floats above the crash and clang of Parish’s electric-guitar squall…Harvey matches him in a wild array of different vocal shades, with her shrill yelps summoning the spirit of performance artist Karen Finley on the title track. And a spoken-word recitation on “Cracks in the Canvas” closes the album on an elegiac note with Harvey intoning: “Cracks in the canvas look like roads that never end.”

The raw intensity and brash lyrics of A Woman, A Man Walked By prove PJ Harvey’s, “still not a girl to take home to Mama” (RollingStone.com) but a trip through her subconscious is anything but ordinary.

Standouts on A Woman include the opening track “Black Hearted Love” which, “finds Harvey delivering the brooding, disturbing vocal beauty she’s know for.” (Spin.com) “Passionless, Pointless” also shines. DrownedInSound said the track “finds as poignant a pay off as [Harvey’s] ever written: ‘you slept facing the wall, and you wanted less than I wanted.’”

Not every track on A Woman was well received, however. PasteMagazine.com criticized Harvey’s vocal on “The Chair,” saying, “she sounds like she’s falling down a well.” And they don’t stop there. The indie-mag goes on to write, ”on A Woman as a whole, she sounds as though she’s far less inspired than she was on her previous disc, White Chalk, a work of bone-chilling intimacy. This new one is both harder to love and harder to fathom.”

Although many seem to have gotten lost in Harvey and Parish’s interestingly haunting hooks and odd lyrics, I find it hard to concentrate on anything while she literally barks, and snarls her way through each song. The artistic integrity is there, but it just doesn’t translate as well as one would hope. Fans of classic Harvey should definitely check out the new release but newcomers may find themselves wanting more with this record.

You can preview tunes from the record on Harvey’s MySpace, or go straight to iTunes and check out the record for yourself.

Doug Paisley: Doug Paisley

He may share the same surname, but Doug Paisley holds little in common with that more famous Paisley who bears the name Brad. Hailing from Toronto Canada, Doug takes an everyman approach to his craft via a soft strum and an affable folk finesse, a far cry from the commercial country branding that Brad’s parlayed into superstardom. But while his songs may seem rather unassuming, they resonate with resilient melodies and a heartfelt delivery that sounds simultaneously both weathered and refreshing. The lilt and sway of a steel guitar illuminates “We Weather,” while somber keyboards enhance the graceful balladry of “Take Me with You” and “What About Us.” Mostly though, this material finds a comfortable middle ground that sounds like the essence of ‘70s soft rock, a sound that would make James Taylor or Jackson Browne beam with approval. It’s also a refreshing shift in stance from the overly mannered, self-conscious approach that’s plagued many singer/songwriter types in recent years. That makes Paisley’s premiere effort one of the best debut discs in recent memory. (No Quarter)

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Bon Iver: Blood Bank

Thankfully, Justin Vernon’s international reputation wasn’t sullied by his deliberate mangling of the French words for “good winter” as his choice for his nom de plume Bon Iver. Indeed, with the release of his much-touted debut For Jessica, Forever Ago, his Gothic backwoods motif somehow struck a chord with Americana enthusiasts both here and abroad, winning unusually rave reviews for a rookie artist from so far a field in the heartland. This four-song set, a prequel of sorts, maintains the wistful gaze and low-lit aura that dominated that debut, but also draws the shades back to reveal a little more light. Opening track “Blood Bank” maintains his steady strum but ups the energy level to a more enthusiastic pace. The hollow-eyed desire of “Beach Baby” falls back to a plaintive pastiche, but “Babys” slowly builds towards a semi-psychedelic crescendo. The EP ends in much the same way, ethereal harmonies weaving in and out, as if Bon Iver had consulted Brian Wilson about how to affect a cosmic shift. Recommended for those who believe ambiance is everything. (Jagjaguwar)

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